Brat Tamer Novels & Stories

I quietly whimpered as I stumbled onto the ground. "This is Merlina?" The man asked as he grabbed my arm to pull me up "Yeah" jack said as me made eyecontact with me. "Damn she looks way more attractive than the picture." He said as he looked my body up and down, making me cringe in disgust. "Liam shut up we need to take her to Rob." Jack said as he lightly hit him across the head. (Liam hemsworth) My hands started uncontrollably shaking as the mention of my father came came up.

Amber turned to me with surprise evident on her face. "That was bold and risky. This increases your chances of getting the job and it decreases it a bit," Amber said. I shrugged and put a gum in my mouth. "I could always find another one. This thing should finish quickly!" I groaned, pressing myself into my seat. Amber grinned then turned to face the mysterious Ryder Black. Tch! °~!!~°

Even now, with the empire’s weight on their shoulders, these moments grounded them. The door burst open with theatrical flair. Romnick stormed in, arms laden with bottles and an absurdly oversized teddy bear that dwarfed his frame. “Uncle Romnick, reporting for diaper duty! Who’s first? I’ve got the skills—wipes, powders, the whole arsenal!” His grin was infectious, cutting through the fatigue.

Troy gave Briar a few days to allow her to come to terms with her newly discovered destiny, before talking to her again, brainwashing is a delicate process. If done incorrectly, Briar and Kitsune wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between one another and a confused, berserk wolf was not going to accomplish anything but more fighting. In the morning, Misha brings her breakfast and talks with her about things the made her feel normal. “Morning, Misha. I’m sorry If you got punished because of my stubbornness. Can you forgive me?” Bri asked.

"What!" "Nothing, just that I thought you would be eating more flesh," they all burst out laughing. "I prefer bread, peanut butter, and jam to anything in this world," Amy screamed. "Glutton" Axels Gamma, whose name I later learned was Gaius, teased her. "You don't have to talk, you know," Amy snapped at him. I laughed as I enjoyed their banter. "The reconciliator is here!" I heard a feeble voice from behind. We all turned toward the entrance to see who it was.

“There’s something I didn’t tell you last night.” Aria’s spine straightened. Luciano reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a thin manila folder. Inside—two photographs, both grainy surveillance shots of a man with sharp eyes and a serpent tattoo curling down his throat. He slid them toward her. “Who is he?” she asked, frowning. Luciano’s jaw tightened. “His name is Damian Carrera. Head of the Bravik Cartel. A ghost from my father’s era. He’s been off the map for a decade. Until recently.”

He looked over at Talli and said, “We need to go over some of his commands. He takes command in both English and Russian but he also understands hand commands if the need arises.” “I need him to watch over her but I also need to be able to command the animal,” Barshan explained. “I’m going to be here with her most of the time but I want him with her all the time. I need to be able to give him the order to protect her when I cannot. Is that going to be a problem?” “No, I had Rugar specially trained to accept orders from a couple. He understands male dominance,” Callen suggested. “Well, that’s rather sexist isn’t it?” Talli smirked as she rubbed Rugar’s ears.

I know a lot of police squads, because of my father-in-law, but this one really means nothing to me. " It is the brigade of mediators to facilitate our understanding between races. " They are supposed to be neutral, except that in real life these bastards are in the pay of vampires and werewolves! They cannot be trusted! I nod my head while clutching my bag against me, as if the famous brigade could land at any moment. The car ended up stopping in front of a bus station on the outskirts of New York. I hand him my blue card, however he refuses it, instead he gives me a bottle of perfume and a taser, telling me:

I leaned over him, stroking his swollen cock slowly while looking him dead in the eyes. “This doesn’t end when the cameras stop, Brian,” I whispered, voice low and sweet. “You’re coming home with me tonight. And if you don’t want me showing your dad and everyone exactly how you screamed for Mistress and begged like a desperate slut on camera… you’re gonna be my personal fucktoy from now on. Whenever I want. Starting the second we walk through that door.” Brian’s eyes flashed with pure rage. “You stupid slut,” he snarled. I giggled. "I love that adjective. Better than plain jane."

I shouted like a siren, so terrified and horrified at the same time, I guess my voice was so loud enough for everyone to lower their voices. 'What happened and why is anyone not trying to stop him?' I thought, basically staring wide-eyed at Ryan, who was high like he was on hard drugs. Not having an accurate answer, I turned my gaze to the side to see Brielle with arms crossed over her chest staring at me. She can't even endeavor to stop Ryan from the deadly act he was diving in. I ran closer to Ryan, squatting to his level since he tackled and pinned the weak guy to the floor and sat on him giving him heavy cruel punches.